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AMONG OTHERS SOME VERY REAL 
RED-BLOODED AMERICAN POEMS, 
TOGETHER WITH SOME GOLDEN 
GRAINS OUT OF THE CENTURIES 



BRENISER-PHILADELPHIA 



Copyright, 1916 

by Dan W. Althouse, of the United States 

Copyright, 1917 (Revised Edition) 

All Rights Reserved 



Some Sfctore ^^ous^ts Trom ICs 



And GOD Said, Let US 

— The Bible 



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Contents 

The Flag 7 

A Big Fight 8 

Eternal Lire 8 

The Girl Who Wasn't Afraid II 

Do You Know ? 12 

To the Double 12 

Us 13 

The American Family 14 

A Little Bit of Him 15 

The Mighty Army 16 

Avenged 17 

An American Boy 18 

No! No! 19 

Me 20 

How'. 21 

I 22 

A Wish 22 

Liberty 23 

A Genius 23 

The Real Race 25 

Says God ! Says God ! 26 

The Master Soul . .- 27 

The Master Artist 28 

To 29 



Contents (contiitueo) 

Aren't You? 30 

Ether 31 

Eh! Eh! 32 

Tears 33 

The Good Always Win 35 

Right 35 

Truth 36 

Poetry 37 

You Bet! 38 

To the Sphynx 39 

Patriotism 39 

Sunny California . 40 

Success 40 

Teach 41 

A Mating 41 

His Goodness 41 

The Wise Old Serpent 42 

His Dying Thought 43 

B-a-a 44 

We'll Really Live 45 

O, U, and 1 45 

Truth 45 

God's Way 45 



Some ytloxt Z5l)Ougl)ts Trom ICs 

^^e Tlag 

When GOD passed His Fingertip down into time. 
He gave expression to His Tremendous Love 

By touching the spaces from Heaven sublime 

And, lo, a new cluster of stars came down from 
Above ! 

Out of His light it came for you and for me, 
It trembled the World, it ruffled the sea, 
It cast fear to the tyrant, and love to the good, 
And dared any to stand where it had stood. 

These of the climes came and guarded its care, 
They knew while it waved here or there, 
That Right would be done where'er it unfurled: 
They said, "It's the home of the World!" 

God loves the World is the reason it stays, 

For it tries hard following righteous ways; 

And one day He looked through the Flag out of 

space, 
Smiled, said: "AH, EVERY FACE BEARS A 

TRACE OF MY RACE!" 



1A »i s Tig^t 

Have you heard the drums beat along the way? 
Have you heard them say? Have you heard them 

say? 
There's a Great Big Fight the live-long day, 
Not of the Nations' Might against Might 
(For such are only the ways of the mad) ; 
But it's a Great Big Fight for the sake of Right: 
It's a battle against the Bad! 

TEterttaPLife 

One day I saw GOD in the skies: 

I am sure it was HE, 

For in HIS eyes there was a light 

And a look that told me it was HE. 

Besides, HE promised me Eternal Life; 

And who besides GOD can give such a Reward! 

Then, too, I saw Us and the whole universal realm 

change 
Without such beings knowing that they were being 

transformed. 
With the mere movement of HIS wonderful eyes 
Great universes melted into smaller or greater things! 
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I felt and knew then that all things were near an end, 
And that I in return for my righteous struggle 
For Love and Truth and Goodness 
Should have Eternal Life though I would have to go 
through a transforming. 

But though it came to be so, yet my gift from HIM 
was this never-ending Eternal Life. 

Ah, what a glorious rapture that feeling of going 
from one form into another! 

What exhilaration it is for one to see oneself dis- 
integrating into the elements again while this 
spirit of Eternal Life holds itself above such 
disintegration laughingly ! 

Then as the days went by and the years came turning 
towards me again, 

I would often hear a voice from down somewhere say- 
ing: "GOD give me that man! GOD give me 
that man!" 

But, I stayed in the Upper Circles where I had first 
appeared in this worldly whirl of things; 

Though, one day as I looked, behold, in the skies 
I saw satan happily sailing along in the mere 
form of a cloud! 



His right side was towards me but his face seemed 
kindly and even lovingly to beam upon me and 
thought to me as if in very words 

The thought that I was ever right, for often had I 
said that GOD even makes satan to do just what 
HE wishes him to do and that he is not to be 
blamed. 

Then upon times after these days and years I would 
hear great commotions in the upper heavens; 

And those, whom GOD had delegated to give powers 
to the World which instead of being given would 
be held unto themselves to their own advantage, 

I would see being cast down into the lower hells with 
all of their hosts and with great rushings and 
roarings and flashings appearing like comets 
crashing downwards through the heavens. 

This casting downwards of the disobedient seemed 
never to cease until one day there came a great 
lull, 

Now a voice said sweetly out of the somewhere: 

"My work for the present is done! The World now 
knows the TRUTH for the first time since its 
inception! I have transported all of the uni- 
verses! And now my dear children, rest!*' 



But, ah, Eternal Life is mine, and even though I be 
but a bit of the slime of hell in GOD'S great 
realm and even though one of HIS grandest 
creations and even though HE kill even my Life, 
yet will I love HIM even while HE is so doing, 
for such love is Eternal Life! 

And Eternal Life is GOD and what care I whether I 
be it inside of HIM or outside of Him! 

And why should I not love that of HIM within me 
which allows HIM to be me and me to be 
HIM! 

Z3I)* (Blrl VQ\)o Wasn't ZXfvaib 

You'll never know what it meant to me 

To see you pout on the Eve of the Fourth 

As your eyes welled Heaven above this World of 

words, 
To feel your breath and your sweet caress, 
And your love and faith and new glory- face 
As your lips like universe chords out of time and 

space 
Brought love and rapture and enlivening bliss 
With your sweet little Fourth of July Kiss! 



Do you know what it means when the flags sail high 
And their mighty spirits rise afar in the sky? 
Have you seen spirit flags lift into the Above 
And like guardian angels mingle in love? 
From the ruffle and noise and the thunder-roar 
Of the World below — they soar and soar, 
From the strife of Nations and the fights of hell 
They lift themselves from this tremendous well; 
They speak not, they beckon not, they neither lean to : 
But in the still and the calm they feel to me and to 

you 
That the Nations are out of it and cast the same 

light 
Into every brave heart and every good soul — 
That to crush only sin is the only real fight, 

That the bad to destroy is humanity's End-goal! 

Oo l\)t TDouble 

I am only one and only one am I, and if there's a 
being either from the Earth or Sky 

That thinks it can mould its form or ways to fit them 
to my being, let it face me with strong asser- 
tion of such upon its crazy lips! 
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Ks 

Creation touched this universal wall 

That holds heaven in its place from hell, 

For the tiny voice of a dear little call 

Had twanged to Him like a far-away bell. 

Down upon a high and mighty throne, 

Crusted with its wisdom of ages, 
He placed a child in order to have shown 

That such is such to Freedom's sages. 

Far out across the wide great World 

A Man was seated in the Chief's proper place, 
And knowledge yet untold was simply, peacefully 

unfurled 
To every part of this great Globe's Face. 

Through the lights of the mighty heaven-plane 
Beings hill-high watched this Creation's way: 

They who never ruled or tried to restrain 
Knew that IT would have IT'S Say. 

The beasts of the field, the fowl of the air, 

The fish of the sea, and everything 
Calmly learned It's Will, so true and fair. 
And only cared of It's glory to sing: 

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For when crowds, threes, ones, and twos, 

Who'd start to lead and rule and fight and abuse, 

Ceased, IT would say, "O, what's the use!" 

'C l)e ^American "Tamil? 

We came out of heaven and the rabid hot hells 
Went cooling away with our chiming of bells: 
Though we now and then strut while the wicked we 

smite, 
We say, Who in the World has a better right? 

To this broad land and this great free strand, 
We brought and crossed them to our National band, 
Out of the pits and the slimes of their pen 
Of mean fool others we moulded them men. 

We have helped them into the health of the sun. 
We've taught them heaven, we've taught them fun. 
We've fought their wars, while they in peace 
Were laughing and doing as they all-fired pleased. 

We never steal, torture, nor maliciously lie, 
And always to the death the wicked defy; 
And against the games of the bad mean Might 
Is our only work and our only fight. 
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While losing our thousands, they cried over one: 
But we care for nothing except the end-sum 
Where all in the sight and the glory of GOD 
Shall walk arm in arm 'cross the evened sod, 
From the rumbling coasts of Atlantic's shore 
To the edge of the Pacific forevermore! 

A thank-you for this oft's a leap at our throat 
By the hells that ill lurk 'neath our shielding cloak, 
Which try killing us for being what all the good 

teach, 
Which draw at our lives like the blood-sapping 

leach. — 
And though we now boast at the show of GOD'S 

Might, 
You! Say! — Who in the World has a better right! 

^VTLltHe»itofTfim 

They all heard of him, 
The world felt his vim, 
They, steeped in the game of sin, 
Came to see if IT were fit 
To join their rabid crew; 
But the trouble was they never knew 
It was Little Bit of HIM! 
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O, I was a Captain in the Army, 

A Captain in the Army! 

It mattered not wherever I was, 

For I was a Captain in the Army! 

It mattered not wherever I went, 

For I was a Captain in the Army! — 

Whether in the calm of Heaven or midst the roar of 

hell, 
I always did my duty and did it mighty well 
For a Captain of the Army! 

Then I was a Major in the Army, — a Major Gen- 
eral, say, — 
I worked mighty hard at fighting but often drew no 

pay, 
Though the other fellow drew it, I always drew on 

him 
For ten thousand drops of paying blood when my 

check failed coming in; 
And I had ten millions with me who did the same, 

by Gin! 
And ten millions time ten million, who'd take a whack 

at sin! — 
For I was a Major in the Army, a Major General, 

say; — 

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But have you ever seen the Army as it passed along 
the way! 

TZVvenge6 

I am the Mighty Chief who became enwrathed. 

I am the Chief who punished them. 

I, who speak with the Sun and jostle the Moon and 

laugh with the Stars, — Ah, even cast a joke 

with the Great Spirit! — have brought them low 

into the dust. 
I was here before their wickednesses came to my kind. 
I am still here for a great while 'til I root out all of 

their vile. 
I saw their demons teach us lies. 
I saw them carve wickedness into the hearts of our 

tribes. 
I chastised them and their evil one. 
I am sorry for the heedless and wayward ones. 
But altogether I am mighty glad. Exceedingly! 
I have put them down in the sight of their vile. 
Like they stole away my dear, they have been cast 

down one there one here. — 
How This For High Justice! 
(The Thought of an Old Chief, and a Mighty Big One, Too !) 



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^An American ^ftoy 
The stars got a jolt and so did the sun 
And the World, too, wobbled as she began to run 
To the tune of GOD'S little toy. — 
Nick said, "Ach, dot's mine 'ittle Yerman Poy!" 
Satan, "Ah, my dear good child 
Has set even old England wild. 

So that expectantly leaps my 'whelming joy!" 
This was said as he clapped his hand 

In a way you all know and all understand! 
Old Santa Claus away over in Spain came tearing 

from hell 'cross the foamy main 
To see if it weren't a lump of sin, 
And so did Devil Turk and a Sissely Queen, 
And something from Russia, all muscle and vim; 
And a Bit of China's glory and sheen. — 
(Who'd ever think the dumb thing, so weak and poor, 

would be pecked at by wicked World from the 

White to the Moor?) 

A dear Old Indian Chief from out of the high hills 
Came down to say his How d' do, 
Though instead, as of old, he said: "Good! 
How's ! " 

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With a thunderous voice that killed and slew. — 
So no wonder the devils all bounded around 
Over there upon hearing the old familiar sound ! 
No wonder their eyes went all aslant and askew 
When they learned how good the boy, how true! 

But the little Native Boy, just like a little toy 
In the hands of children, glided away and away 
Far from all the fussing — 

O, so mighty glad, so very, very glad of the Day 
That showed him the strength of a Freeland 
Sighting God's Might through the mere lifting of a 
Giant Hand! 

The Light of Sweet Life held forth her hand, 

And all the World lay ready at his feet; 
There was not a thing in this great big land 

That could not have been his if — if weak 
Enough secretly to make some tangling vow; 
If weak enough to turn Crisis to Disastrous Now! 

Though Death stood cold and grim before his eyes, 
Ready to leave and swiftly to go 

To give place to the Light of the Long-life skies, 
Yet he strongly said, "NO! NO!" 
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Me for the open country where the sun shines down 

so well, 
Where sixteen hours his eyes smile kind with never a 

scowl to tell 
Of the filth and hate and meaning bate of the things 

of this cloudy hell, 
Where the sands glint bright like the silver light, 
And the stars walk with me throughout the night! 

Me for a shack of rough boards or adobe filled with 
love, 

Guarded by angels of Heaven far from the realms 
above, 

With a bed of straw, new too, for me and my Faith- 
ful Dove! — 

And away from these lies and these life-sapping 
things 

That are as false as fool things right off the stage 
wings! 

Out in the heat of GOD for me, 

(In the calm and quiet of me!) 

Where the wave of the sun like a wind of the sea 

Is food and life and love 

(For me and my Little Dove.) 

Sent down from Heaven above! 



3fow's 

This is HOW it started; 

You see HOW was a Mighty Big Being. 

So high was she that her hand could sweep the 
upper sky-shelves as well as the lower nether 
holes of the World at one mighty swoop. 

They called her Alt then because of her height. 

And she called the races that went from her into the 
Worlds Hows because they came from HOW 
or she. 

(And few there be in the World that are not of her.) 

And even now be it so that when a dear Old Indian 
or dear Young One for that matter drinks you 
his toast he holds his glass ahigh towards How 
and says, "How's." 

And here's a fine good toast to the Hows whether 
they be of the valt or alt or the chambers be- 
neath it all — 

"Here's to How and her Hows and all their kind for 
never yet haye any of her bloods bended the 
head nor the knee nor anything for that matter 
into any unnatural filthiness. 

Can her enemies say as much!" 

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3 

I have always been I in this maze of things: 

And in the beginning when in the Worldly screen 

I saw meanness encroaching with sembling wings, 
Says I, then and there, "I will never be mean!" 

World success came tempting me if but I 
Would stoop and be low and be mean; 

But always a shaft from the heaven-sky 
Would call aloud, 'Tear not to be clean!" 

So throughout it all and within it all, 

Through Peace and Strife have I been I: 

And I know now that even after the deadly pall 
That I will ever and always be I. 

When I die, I say, place me upon a mountain high, 
Away and afar and a-near unto the Mighty Sky, 
Upon a meshed bier, proof against the devouring 

things of earth and air: 
Place me high, dear sisters and brothers, place me 

there, 
And my lingering spirit by God's great Might 
Will find our way to a heavenly site! 

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TCibert* 

Mighty from the greatest Might, 
Sundering a starless night, 
Flashing from celestial light — 
Shot Liberty! 

ZK (Bentus 

I am a Genius impenetrable, 

Inextinguishable, beyond the understanding of ordi- 
nary mortals, 

Unconquerable, inexplicably exquisite, and so fine 

That even the little Pear Gnat knows me! 

Even the little Leaf Caterpillar upon its course across 
the way 

Lifts its body towards me and salutes me with a know- 
ing starlight glitter from its tiny eyes. 

Even the Worm gives me a bend of recognition and 
my little Pet Fish speak to me in terms unknown 
to the sordid things of selfish and low existences! 

When I write a little description of a big creature 
of the air flying with a death-blow in its beak 
and swerving at right angles a few feet from me 
with the words, "No, it's a Man!" — thereby 
defying the death-order that was meant for me, 
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Even the little Flies imitate such big action of the 
vast bird by performing the same air evolutions 
and thereby showing to me that they too have 
heard my written words. 

Though so-called humans disdain to read them much 
to their lack and loss of the knowledge that has 
been hidden in the secret recesses of the World 
for ages and ages! — 

Even the mighty Jungle Serpent rights itself and sa- 
lutes me as even the little Worm and the little 
Caterpillar! 

And even (Would you really believe it!) the Mighty 
She sitting at the Century Gates which hold the 
World from the Wall that keeps Eternal Light 
in its place from our darknesses, becks me, and 
at a twist of her tremendous arm flings wide the 
gates so that I alone and unaided may enter into 
a haven beyond which all meanness and torments 
of this Earthly Vale of mocking shadows, are 
forbidden! — 

For I am a Genius unfathomable and even fear not 
death itself even though it be at the expense of 
Truth-telling ! 

For to tell the TRUTH is genius. 
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"Dlje 5\eal 3\ac* 

I've pretended my life like a thing out of hell, 
And very often anon have changed my face 

In order to get those who sounded our knell 
With the words, "The Last of His Race!" 

We've got one here, a million there, 
Such fiends that creep out of the deep, 

Who keep thrusting their sins into the everywhere, 
Who strike at the Free while they sleep. 

Out of heaven sublime in the faraway time, 

We came angels disguised as devils ; 
We've crushed satan too, and smashed his line, 

We've driven them down to their levels. 

Midst 'whelming numbers they're drunk our bloods 
In their strongholds and mighty keen base, 

But the trouble is and the question floods: 

"DO THEY KNOW THE FACE OF THE 
RACE?" 

We're very smart, and we're very tart; 

We've got every name, form, and face; 
We've done everything in this universe part, — 

But does hell know the Face of the Race! 

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Says (Bob I Says (Bob ! 

"I think it would be very nice 
If alone our eggs would suffice 
For man and his hungriness, 
For life is such a good thing 
That we'd all love to stay and sing 
Along such blessedness," 
Say the Roosters and Hens 
From across their cosy pens. 

"If grass is good enough for ME, 

Why can't all men agree 

To live on its sweet honey ness, 

For surely such a wee thing as he 

Ought to if such a big thing as ME 

Can live on its funniness, 

Out of the meadows and plains, 

Sweetened by heavenly rains," 

Say the Cow and the Bull 

As they munch themselves full. 

"We're sure that God means all 
To obey HIS trumpeting Call! 
That the fruits of the herbs and trees 
Are enough, even for tiny fleas! 
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And, then all contentionness 
Would soon get up and run out 
Of the World, if all would see 
That the First True Words are all about 
The living of US; and then we, 
I am sure, would be in tremendousness," 
Says WE, Says WE, the real of the land, the sky, 
and the sea! 



V>\)t yttasUr Soul 

It would be fine to be Thy Master, 

O, little sage of the scroll; 
And sport to go much faster 

To gain life and the Magic Soul, 
With you, in a tiny boat, and me 
As we'd skim o'er and around our Wonder-sea! 

A wonder without islands, a wonder-sea of calm, 
Where only the sight of the Fairy light 

Would serenely guide lovingly on; 

Where never a night, nor never a fright 

Would dare to break upon you and me, 

Where ever and always would be NOW to Thee! 



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T5\)t Pilaster Artist 

A glimmering of sunlight 

Fell across my window pane today, 
And my fairy eyes saw a sight 

That was drawn along the glassy way 
That made me think most wonderfully! 

In the base of the pane, 

Where rust and dust had lightly laid, 
Was in reality a country lane 

Leading along a shore that waters laved ; 
And a little sun shined magnificently. 

A village here and there, 

A mountain topping over it all, 

A blooming farmland, so fair, 

Too stretched beneath the hilly wall 

Down to the bank — O so gorgeously! 

It was all so real and true 

That, had I not then stirred, 
I would not have known that the hue 

Of it all was only a picture blurred 
Into shapes so mighty exquisitely! 
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Then the rain too splashed 

And across my window and the pane 
Was exact relief encrashed 

Of Heaven's constellated plain — 
And still I thought most wonderfully: 

Today the World may be 

Only a sketch upon a glassy strip, 

And the sky that we see 

Tomorrow a bit of God's Fingertip 

That sketches so entrancingly ! 

I've fed you with my dantiest bits, 

You've taken nearly all I have, 

I've sent you gems and wonder-kits, 

And very much precious salve; 

But you're like the lions that are fed to sneak, 

You're like all gobbling things, 

You're like the mean old satan-sneak. 

That to goodness never redeems; 

You're like the tiger that eats us all, 

You're like the fiends who churn 

Every drop of good things to their shawl 

But never a mite return! 

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Aren't Vou? 

O, I'm tired of it all, this life towards the pall; 
This ranting and railing and canting and wailing, 
This buttoning-on and buttoning-off and sticking- 

things in and shif ting-about, 
And dressing just so to please eyes as they go — 
Aren't you? 

O, wouldn't it be nice if our needs would suffice 
To a tent in the sands of the hot desert strands, 
With a clot of fine grass for a dress to surpass, 
With the light of the sun alone covering our fun: — 
O, I'm so tired of it all, such stressing and smother- 
ing pall — 
Aren't you? 

O, away from fool World to our bodies* pure gold, 
Where their heat and their light put the night into 

flight, 
Where our cares of the past and our thoughts won't 

amass, 
Where Nature is ME like the calm of the sea: — 
O, I'm tired of this all, where noisy fool speech and 

calm-breaking clangs fall — 
Aren't you? 

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You wicked old satan, you've cheated long enough! 

Not only do your shooting imps break my every 
thought in order so that they themselves may ap- 
pear to be giving it utterance, 

But also your constant flinging of Ether into my 
nostrils has robbed me of my true and real out- 
lines, wonderfully, so that your masked monkeys 
mights appear and fool about as the real. 

My body you have dwarfed by its repeated enfold- 
ment in your nasty fumes. 

Instead of the form of the god that I am, I have that 
which is worse than most horrible something. 

Though, what of eyes, that I do not see plastered 
upon those of your devils, gives me full sight 
enough to see your silly mimicking of that which 
they've tried to steal. 

You've robbed me of health, wealth, happiness, sleep, 
love, — 

Aye, you've caused them to be snatched from me 
while yet my hand pressed their foldings. 

You've raped my fairest flowers too! 

You boast of your wonder-work in casting away pain 
from human sufferings, but I say you are the 
invention of the devil and distilled from the pots 
of hell!— 

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The World would not miss you, Ether, in the least, 
for ages and ages before you came the mere 
waving of a hand filled all the uses that you now 
lay claim to, 

Why, even the mere wagging of a tiny Worm's head 
has more the power than Ether in many places 
and at much the greater distance. 

TEI)!Ta,! 

In times of old when numbers made bold, 
And tricks and schemes and wonderful screens 
Of evil held Mighty Heaven at bay, 
This is what the devils used to say: 

"Hail! Hail! The gang's all here; 

"What the h 1 do we care! 

"What the h 1 do we care!" 

In these times of their howls when all of their scowls 
Are swiftly falling to their hateful deeps, 
A good little lad who was scourged as mad, 
While all of his friends were being ground by the bad. 
Has this little bit to say: 

4i Hail! Hail! We're all right, all right !— 

"Are you! 

"What the deuce! What the deuce!" 
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Tears, wonderful tears, I know full well what they 

mean, 
Whether from the kind eyes of ages or those of a 

heavenly gleam; 
Though welled from a world of sorrow, though cast 

from a soul of pain, 
I know they are births to the after blooming to joy 

again ! 

Tears! Tears! I know full well what they mean, 
From those of a scintillating evenline to those of 
an earthly morn, 
From tears of life and gladness to those that fall o* 
the screen 
Of the world- worn face like a rumbling heaven 
storm ! 

Sweet tears of eyes so goldly that seem either cries 

or laughter, 
Star tears, splendid with triumphant beams following 

after, 
Gem tears, priceless, from crystalline depths great and 

good, 
Fearful tears from starlit orbs — and even tears of 

blood! 

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Brilliantine tears from angel eyes so that it is very 
hard to tell 
Whether lightness or sadness enfolds them in their 
downward courses to men! 
Tears that are as the ages to the cheek clouds as they 
well 
Peopled with millions of beings just as a worldly 
glen. 

Tears of hate, tears of fear, tears that mock the truth 
in being; 
Tears of cunning sympathy that always seem to 
lean 
Towards those they wish to learn of, and then upon 
seeing 
Try to stall the good and true in order to crush or 
bemean. 

Tears of thunder from lightning eyes into the dark- 
ling night 

Even crumbling rocks into dust with their wonder 
might! 

Tears from Heaven, tears from the world, tears from 
cruel hell 

Have rolled before me moulding into universes where 
they fell! 

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Tears of the Worldly Truthlight, tears of the rip- 
pling sky, 

Tears of the ocean's ruffling might, and tears from 
the darkling eye, 

Tears from the fairy maiden, and tears from lovely 
heaven 

Shaping into millions of beings in a mighty hour, 

Tears of God, so strong and grand, like new worlds 
to us given — 
And all things are entrancing tears just as you and 
I are! 

Z3l)e (Boob Always Win 

O, we're a Mighty Band of GOD, you see; 
We're a Great Big Band of GOD!— 
It matters not wherever we be, 
In the Land Above or Beneath on the Sea, 
For we're a Mighty Bit of GOD! — 
We're a Mighty Throb of GOD, you see: 
We're a Great Big Band of GOD! 

Everything to Creation is Right, though to such 
small things as you are or I am, they seem most fear- 
fully wrong! 

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X3rutl) 

She came to me not as a glittering gem, 

Nor with lightnings nor thunder trumpet tones; 

But, like a sweet breath from a nearby glen, 

Her form floated from the inner quietnesses and then 

Stood besides me so still that where she came from 

Seemed rampant with noise and strife and chaos. 

She lingered just long enough gently to lead 

And beckon with her calm and placid eye 

To the gurgling water's way which even stayed 

At her feet until its purest golden spray she placed 

To my tired, World- worn, thirsted lips. 

And, as I drank and lived upon the streamlet's brink, 

I became she and my dimmed eyes then beheld all that 

her's beheld! 
And whithersoever I went things that before cast 
Rankness and filth and rottenness and horror 
Melted into forms and beings and life most sensible; 
And what of life that now struck me as most heavenly 
Was no more than what of it before seemed hades; 
And what before was thought outrageously wrong to 

me 
Only appeared to my new-born eyes as righteous. — 
And then TRUTH strayed away from me, and, as 

she lifted, 

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She spake not nor did she beckon nor make any sign; 

But I felt most strongly from within and from every- 
thing 

Throughout the whole universal realm of things 

That within GOD'S great goodness everything* is 
TRUTH! 

"poetry 

Farmer Silverson the other day 
Met me in the County way: 
"Why ain't y* writin' po'try, 
"Why ain't y' writin' anymore, 
"Like y' used to do before?" 

"Because," says I to him, 
"It's all been written; and, 
"Besides, it seems a great sin 
"To have lots of worthless scribbling 
"Of Bosh! Bosh! Bosh!" 

And then he said: "Golly! — 
• 'Gosh ! Gosh ! Gosh ! ' ' 

"But," says I, "Oftentimes we get 
"Golden grains from seeming worthless mud: 
"From Bosh that which lifts many a fret!" 

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Vou»et! 

I love my little Mary, so lithe and sweet and pure, 
Who's always been a fairy to my life so clean though 

poor; 
Let Satan have his crazy imps, let them beat their 

heads in twain — 
But I love my little Mary on our little strip o' the 

Main! 

I love my little Dolly and Jack and growing Will : 
It would only be sheer folly to try to keep me still 
On the love I have for all of them and our happy 

little home; 
And I would as leave die right out here than to break 

our heaven zone! 

I love my little Mary as she cuddles up so close 
Before the blazing firelogs while the showers sing to 

us beaux; 
And my Mary loves me dearly: I can see it deeply 

set 
In her beauty eyes — O glory ! as she says, "O Mike, 

you bet!'* 

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Go tl)e Sf fatix ! 

Your secret is out, you nasty, wicked thing who have 
been sitting for ages beguiling, enticing, and 
blindfolding the World! 

Veiling Sahara's African wastes, now outstretching 
from your gateway feet and the fleshy counter- 
part of your crazy moulding in the real far be- 
neath, can fool the World no longer. 

In your chambered vaults your ghoulish belly is 
stretched into heaven feelings by the holy be- 
ings you eat while your feed imps in great 
carouse laugh at the cries of the tortured — 

"AND" where are the bones of the Ages ! 

Away you crucifier of the Truth 

You hater of the God Being! 

You mortifying spitfire at the hand of Jesus Christ! 

"patriotism 

Where is the fool who says This Country has no soul 

of true emotion: 
When It's Power, at the merest thought of wrong, 

sweeps wrong away from ocean to ocean! 



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Sunny California 
Shall I "Choo-choo" again, again 
To that will of the Will in the West? 
Shall I ride over hill and rough plain 
To the place of a soulful rest? 

Shall I leave all the World behind 
With its spells and its fell-swooping blasts, 
Its clatter and clang, its batter and bang, 
Its rampant pellmell, its enslaving clasps? 

Shall I heed the voice of the engine 

As he whistles and hollers out loud 

To shake off the fetters of world-seeking spells 

As he becks me from the cloud-shroud? 

O, it's little you know of HIS voice 
When it changes from clangs to a tone 
As He wheels me over the hill! 
O, it's little you know of His zone, 
As He wheels me over the ridge, 
As He sings in a heavenly tone! 

Success 

I'd rather be an Honest Failure than a dishonest suc- 
cess. 

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Oeact) 

Our work is just begun, for from the great North 
Pole to far beyond the Southern Cross, we have 
been used as little figures in a sum! 

From sun's setting to his rising place the sum was a 
part to entrance into the minds of those who did 
not know; 

Truth's wonderful stories; 

God's golden glories! 

ZK stating 

You see through me a dear little telephone 

Is the way Big Meggogledod and Rolfoddeon 

Learned across the universal cliff-shelves 

That there were besides myriads of little elves 

Greater things in the world of universes. 

So this is the way throughout the sky 

"U" found "I." But even though it was through I — 

Yet I (poor little me) haven't found I. 

3fts <&oodite$s 
So powerful was his purity of purpose that one 
quick snap of his mighty eyes would send all entan- 
gling alliances into silly confusion. 

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Ol>e Wise 016 Serpent 

O, you wise Old Serpent! 
O, you good Old One! 
O, you perfect Dear, you perfect Deer! 
You who have lived and suffered year after year, 
So that the long-ago, when man knew not himself, 
Seems to you as yesterdays a-near! 
You great big Everlasting, you need no pelf! — 
O, your perfect Dear, you dear old Deer, you dear 
old Deary Deer! 

What ages have gone and what ages have come: 

Still I find you crooning the same old song! 

(Your dear old deery song!) 

When the thing in man which calls its MAN 

Was eating its very sides into itself again, 

Yet I find you living on foodling leaves ; 

Lo! I behold you stronger, striving along without 

even food! — 
So well have you found my words of wisdom, and 

obeyed so mighty well ! 

Out of the deep and the mess of it all, 
I am going to give you, you dear little tool of Heaven, 
Power to change out of your coils into your true form 
which to you first was given, 
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And then into heavenly shapes, so very, very well 
have you baffled the Mighty Eleven! 

O, you Perfect Dear! 
You Wise Old Serpent! 
You perfect, Perfect DEER! 

3fU ~D?irig Ot)ougr)t 

My Mary, poor dear Mary, 

Your hair has turned to gray: 
Our children right in front of us 

Have been fed to ghouls who prey. 

Our homes are turned to ashes; 

Our fields are seared again, 
Our lives are ebbing to the bier, 

Our souls have flown a-main. 

But, my Mary, O good Mary, 
Though we lie right here to die 

Amid the burning trembling ruins, 
Triumphant gleams your eye! 

Though our lives are swiftly passing, 

I still see your love strong set; 
Though my breath is nearly hushing, 

I can still hurrah, "YOU BET!" 

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Baa! Whose eyes have kept fiendish hell away 
As we've lived and grazed on a bit of hay, 
Whose BAA has twisted their minds to a knot 
As like lightning they were snatching you off your 

spot? — 
We who obey! We who obey! 

Whose blood does the work? Who sings all the 

lays? 
Who plans all the places for all the dull days? 
Who creates and makes and tunes all your song 
In order to life your poor selves right along? — 
We who obey! We who obey! 

Baa! Is it a thing of a roar or a snarl or a growl 
Whose lazy life things only to prowl 
Upon the blood that gives it love-soul 
Instead of reaching the much-prized goal 
In the ways which obey — which obey? 

Baa! The meat of our bodies lifts you along in the 

fray; 
Its spirit keeps you the live-long day: 
And unless you heed Life, the great giver of Light, 
You'll have trouble with wicked things o' th' night, 
Say, we who obey! We who obey! 
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We'll tfUall? Tave 

Out of the throb of God's great Heart, 
We'll live it true and fine and apart — 
We'll live it strong too, my dear, my dear, 
O, never you fear, never you fear! 

O.K. anb3\ 

"O" the sea isn't so very deep; 
"And" the sky isn't so very high; 
For "U" and "I"; 
For "U" and "I"! 

Orutb 

Never a word was said to me 
Of Real Life so true and sweet; 
But, like a ship from a ruffled sea, 
Thought winds blew me to Truth to meet. 

(Bo&'s Way 
This is what we have to say, 
Whether we're this or that in this trembling realm of 

things : — 
"We know that God always paves the way. 
"So against His Will have you aught to say!" 
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